Gently Sydney rocked the small form in his cradled mental arms and sang to her. He didn’t know what it was that he sang but it came from some memory...deep inside his subconscious. It was a sound like nothing he knew he could produce with his vocal chords but as the clicks and tones surrounded the little aqua glow he saw it become softer, fading but not becoming faint. A sigh reached his mind and almost unbelievably a snore, he struggled to stifle his chuckle. He had sung Esmeralda to sleep! ‘I. ” And muttered to herself, “Like that's never happened before.”She threw her keys on her desk, told me to stand at attention, drew up a chair and looked at my cock and balls for minute, without touching. Then she went to her desk and picked up the phone, dialing a number. I heard her ask the person on the other end to come to her office, this was something of an emergency. No, not life or death, but needing more than take two aspirins and call me in the morning.She told me I could relax, but. That was true enough. They hadn't even held back the facts of sex from her. Of course, that would've been difficult in that tiny two-bedroom apartment. And she hadn't understood any of it even after they'd explained; it took until her own hormones kicked in to really make sense. Back then, she'd mostly just been bowled over by the big words. "What's an emergency hysterectomy?" They hadn't when-you're-old-enough'd her on that either."So, what's this question you've got for us?" her father. I didn't say anything. I was thinking about a thousand things, but I didn't say anything."The bed is big enough for both of us," she said.I remembered her children saying they were glad to leave that bed because their mother snored and "moved around" a lot while she slept.Someday they'd learn there are things worth putting up with.She reached and pulled the blanket off of me."You're naked!" she said."I don't have any shorts," I explained.I saw teeth show, even whiter than the face they were in..